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The Marriage

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ever or for whatever I wished. A squaw was a slave. I punctuated each word with a blow, then I left her laying on the rocks moaning and groaning, bloody and bruised, and went back to Fairview. "You have my squaw here. I demand payment for her," I said. "She has been promised to an Indian buck for many gifts." Orville Cox called Katz-shu-mi No-ni-shee outside. Her long black hair had been cut short and she looked scrubbed and clean. She wore the dress of a white woman. "Do you want to go with your father?," he asked. "No," she answered, "My montz (father) ne-var-ega (washed hands) of me when I was nanto-ungee (born). My love-topic-quay (all gone)." Then this white man gave me a beef in exchange for the squaw. When I arrived at the Timpanogos leading this excellent beef my anger had subsided. I called my woman to come out of the river where she was throwing fish from the nets onto the bank. Her sores were swollen and infected, but I made her kill this fine beef, cut it up, and put it on the racks to dry. The next morning she could not get off her bed, and she died in three days time. In the middle of the summer word came that Katz-shu-mi No-ni-shee had caught the white man's disease, measles. In his diary Orville Cox wrote, "Squaw died." Oh, woe is me. For want of a son, a daughter was lost. For want of a beef, a squaw was lost. For want of pride, all was lost. Source: Ideas and materials taken from Orville S. Cox: Genealogy Bulletin, June 1957. THE MARRIAGE Kathy Daniels Ockey Munich, Gennany Non-Professional Division Honorable Mention #1 Short Story Black Hawk had joined the Church! It was a day of rejoicing and great happiness all over central Utah. Now, perhaps the Indian raids would -23-